Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

In Cyan Lion Ridge.

One array after another began to operate. As the arrays moved, white light membranes surged like waves, rising wave after wave.

With the defensive array activated, Cyan Lion Ridge seemed to transform into a massive turtle shell, standing defiantly before the enemy.

In the central hall, a middle-aged man’s expression was grave as he gazed at the vast army of the Human Race outside, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.

For the small Clans and factions amidst the Human and Demon Race warfare, it was nearly an existential crisis, many Clans would face destruction and extinction;

But for some small tribal groups among the Demon Race, it was likewise a calamity beyond countenance.

Easily affected during the battle, they were headed for annihilation.

If during the battle with the Human Race, the Cyan Lion lineage suffered major damage, other Demon Races would not extend a helping hand; rather, they would strike while the iron is hot, seizing territories of the Cyan Lion lineage, looting resources, even destroying the Cyan Lion lineage.

"Father, we have already activated the grand array. This array consumes a vast amount of Spiritual Qi, but it remains durable and robust, capable of holding for a whole year. Even if there are eighteen Nascent Soul True Monarchs outside joining forces, they cannot break through the array groups!"

At this moment, a handsome young man spoke.

"Not long ago, we’ve already requested aid from Kunpeng lineage. Just three hours, and Kunpeng lineage’s strong ones will come to our rescue. By then, with inside and outside cooperation, we will annihilate these invading Human Race Cultivators!"

"Three hours, impossible!"

The middle-aged man said, "Kunpeng Race will not come so early; reinforcements will arrive at least six hours later. Because taking action too early to resolve us does not align with Kunpeng lineage’s interests. Kunpeng Race needs dependent races, they cannot be too strong. Too strong they would pose a threat to Kunpeng Race, best relatively weak."

"And the Cyan Lion Race has five Nascent Souls, still somewhat powerful for Kunpeng lineage."

"Kunpeng lineage’s rescue will arrive. But not too early! It’s best when Cyan Lion lineage is heavily damaged, then it aligns with Kunpeng lineage’s benefits."

"Father..."

The handsome young man was about to say something.

The middle-aged man, in an instant, however, felt his Spirit tremble, warnings from the Spirit, as immense danger seemed to approach.

It seemed a great destruction was imminent!

"No good! This time the Human Race comes prepared, surely deploying great killing artifacts, possibly breaching our grand array’s defenses within a short timeframe, prepare to activate backup arrays, prepare to start emergency plans!" The middle-aged man said, suppressing the terror in his Spirit, advising his son.

"Father, what’s happening?" The handsome young man asked.

"Don’t ask too much, I won’t explain in detail, there’s no time!" The middle-aged man said: "If things reach the worst scenario, remember to lead the elite of Cyan Lion lineage to escape. If escaping survives by chance, do not go to Kunpeng Race, go instead and join Kunpeng Race’s enemy... Phoenix Race."

The handsome young man was about to inquire more, but then saw his father’s cold gaze.

His father wouldn’t explain anything, he just needed to follow orders.

With swift movements, the handsome young man departed.

Heart still puzzled, how Cyan Lion Ridge would fall.

Here lay strict array groups, numerous arrays stacked, if top Array Masters dismantled one array after another, they could crack the arrays but required long periods, no less than three to five months to break.

If there were a dozen Nascent Soul True Monarchs joined forces to continuously bombard the grand array, violently breaking arrays, or if Array Masters pointed out weaknesses, they could expedite the process but still needed time.

"Could they possibly deploy some Fifth Grade peak array-breaking shuttles or quasi-Sixth Grade array-breaking pearls?"

The handsome young man fretted, "But is such a mere Cyan Lion Ridge worth using such trump cards? Is a cleaver needed to slaughter a chicken?"

Fifth Grade peak array-breaking shuttles and quasi-Sixth Grade array-breaking pearls are all single-use Magical Treasures, very expensive, enough to attack Kunpeng Race’s territory.

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Is such a mere Cyan Lion Ridge worth using such trump cards?

Seems not worth it.

But unease heightened.

At this moment, the handsome young man felt an inexplicable danger.

Looking far ahead, in the void appeared a beam of light, a brilliant radiance.

Then, it struck Cyan Lion Ridge.

Instantly, Cyan Lion Ridge’s proudly claimed arrays, solid as gold walls and iron bastions defensive arrays, collapsed and crumbled in an instant.

Like a knife slicing through paper.

In a moment, the arrays shattered.

Cyan Lion Ridge was cleaved open, creating a huge valley, with Demons along the path, whether Purple Mansion or Golden Core, all perished instantly.

No remains!

In the aftermath of the light, forget the bodies and bones; they were directly vaporized into particles, turned to dust and vanished.

"Flee, flee!"

In a flash, the handsome man turned swiftly, taking with him some treasures, elite Demon Race disciples, and others, toward the rear mountains, fleeing for his life.

He didn’t look back, nor dared to.

Because he knew when that light appeared, tearing Cyan Lion Ridge’s array groups, Cyan Lion lineage was utterly doomed.

Returning to fight was pointless, it was an act of futility, instead merely serving as sacrificial lamb.

It’s best not to look back, withdrawing directly.

To preserve some fire, reserve a bit of hope for Cyan Lion lineage.

...

Collapsing to the ground!

Lu Xuanji felt drained, strength ebbing away, Magical Power depleting, Qi and blood exhausting, devoid of any energy.

At the moment the blade cleaved, it rivaled a casual strike from a Divinity Transformation Cultivator.

Yet, it was that very slash that drained his strength.

After that slash, his Magical Power was exhausted.

Whew whew!

Lu Xuanji took a deep breath, activating Divine Intent, intending to use Withering and Flourishing Divine Intent, drawing the life force of flora to convert to Magical Power.

But at that moment, his head throbbed painfully, dispersing his Divine Intent amidst agony.

Whew whew!

Lu Xuanji took a deep breath, understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Divine Intent, derives from Divine Soul’s power. Activating Divine Intent consumes Spiritual Power... just now, my Spiritual Power was exhausted, unable to activate Divine Intent!" Lu Xuanji pondered.

The Divinity Transformation Realm, also known as the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Because reaching this Realm focuses on refining the Divine Soul, enhances Spiritual Power.

When Spiritual Power becomes strong enough and comprehension remarkable, there’s a probability of perceiving Divine Intent.

Besides, a few Cultivators’ Spiritual Power is innately powerful, paralleled with exceptional comprehension; there’s a likelihood of perceiving Divine Intent in the Nascent Soul Realm.

However, a Nascent Soul Cultivator activating Divine Intent is akin to a child wielding a large hammer, not only lacking power but also enduring.

With his current Realm, he could activate Withering and Flourishing Divine Intent thrice at most, before Spiritual Power exhaustion.

...

Kill!

At this moment, seeing the array break.

At Jin Xi’s call, leading Human Race cultivators to slay Cyan Lion Ridge’s interior.

Intimidate through slaughter.

This time, Cyan Lion Ridge must be destroyed, as a deterrent to Kunpeng Race.